A night street from a stone ledge one floor up: a closed shopfront, an empty bus stop under a lamp, the road turning away at the corner. Across the way one window has a small lamp on and nobody in it.

always

From behind: the heavyweight tom sits on a wet stone sill in the rain, soot-black cap on, tail hanging over the ledge, facing a lit window — thin curtain, a lamp, an empty chair, a single mug. The room does not know.
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